Being a novelist is hard work filled with nonexistent blood, sweat, and tears. The question that will forever remain is, is it worth it? Is being a writer worth all the mental anguish and suffering that goes into a few sheets of paper? Do the rewards of a finished product outweigh the struggle? There are pros and cons. Cons, it is hard, enough said. Pros, you’re given a blank canvas to express the ideas, emotions, and stories that are locked away in your heart.
I ask myself, has it been worth it? So far, I conclude the answer to be yes. I have been given an outlet to manifest feelings, struggles, my own personal emotions. Some ask if there are any coping mechanisms to dealing with writing. To that I reply no, but writing in and of itself can be one’s own coping mechanism.
Taylor took Fiction Writing I for fun, and as you can see, he’s usually smiling. But he quickly discovered an inner Edgar Allen Poe lurking within. As a result, Taylor has become our class master of the heart-rending tragedy.
Taylor’s off to George Fox University next year. High school will soon be behind him forever, but not writing. Go, Taylor!